Lyrics The Paul the Dan - Drapht, Trials

The Paul the Dan

Mr fucking paranoid
Man, that’s, that’s what I heard man
Yeah, I know, you just talk a lot of shit as well Daniel
Gosh, that’s a little unfair Paul
Okay, Dan yeah, I know, I know that I can be paranoid
When paralytic I can’t avoid Eric Bana’s voice
Telling me to kill them, kill them, kill
Never been a fan of Troy either man (Yo, what’s the deal?)
What?
I got some issues wish you would understand that
Most dangerous male since the the package of anthrax
(Man, where’s your pants at?) It’s pants off Friday!
(Uh, I think its a Wednesday) Not here to fight mate (okay)
Made too many enemies I got a tendency to offend
Friends with Miriam hidden agendas
Avenging Jimi Hendrix in a scene that’s
Needing another temper trap (and less Spencer Prat)
Practising what I preach (and you just talk about yourself)
Need a hell of a lot of practise to be me Dan (okay)
Pauly Poltergeist and the Brothers Grimm
(Yeah, you told em on the last album we did)
It’s the Paul!
Hah!
See that shit, bitch?
It’s the Dan!
Ah, no fucking way, mate!
My album!
It’s the Paul, the Dan, the Dan, the Paul
The soul, the hip-hop, the rock 'n roll
It’s the Paul, the Dan, the Dan, The Paul
Gonna get em, hit 'em with the rhythm, none better than
Paul, none better then Dan, together
We the Brothers Grimm understand kicking it with
The Paul, the Dan, the Dan, the Paul
Gotta get them, hit 'em with the rhythm.
What?
What?
What?
(Wait…
Hey Dan you’re looking thinner, how’d you lose that weight?)
I started running on the spot for every useless day
I spent working for the man and, birthing up a plan
To get loose with van full of Pakistans, Y’ALL SO STUPID!
The trendy say «Je Ne Sais Quoi»
I say it’s just a another lap and that we tell a great yarn
No matter where you go managers all up in your shit
Fuming and yelling but forgetting that you made him what they selling
What the fuck?
It’s a living, at least till I’m dead
You gotta be a fucking crumb to get a piece of the bread
(And you say that I’m paranoid!) There’s a difference bro
The shop keepers never help me turn to witness mode
Women pop black heads to cover em up
Coppers do that too but find it funny as fuck
That’s why I stay home, reading and writing them raps
It’s all the necessary stress that leave 'em liking the tracks
Its the Dan!
Like that shit Paul?
That’s a new one I…
(It's the Paul!)
Listen I didn’t, I didn’t really interrupt you that much man
Far out
It’s the Paul, the Dan, the Dan, the Paul
The soul, the hip-hop, the rock 'n roll
It’s the Paul, the Dan, the Dan, The Paul
Gonna get em, hit 'em with the rhythm, none better than
Paul, none better then Dan, together
We the Brothers Grimm understand kicking it with
The Paul, the Dan, the Dan, the Paul
Gotta get them, hit 'em with the rhythm.
What?
What?
What?
I’m named after
Paul the Apostle, apocalyptic I lock it and
Load it quicker than cops stopping for doughnuts
Owe nothing to no one, rocking the show, show up
Rocking the robot not gonna stop me 'cause I’m grown up
Nah!
I never blossom, part of the tree
The part of my fam that believes someone parted the seas
I’m like… Nah me Drapht, the odd couple Brothers Grimm
I’m like him, we just odd motherfuckers
It’s the Paul, the Dan, the Dan, the Paul
The soul, the hip-hop, the rock 'n roll
It’s the Paul, the Dan, the Dan, The Paul
Gonna get em, hit 'em with the rhythm, none better than
Paul, none better then Dan, together
We the Brothers Grimm understand kicking it with
The Paul, the Dan, the Dan, the Paul
Gotta get them, hit 'em with the rhythm.
What?
What?
What?